The beginning is an end to a prior beginning . The prior beginning, in my case, was the Master's degree that I was so passionately and fervently pursuing; taking up courses, both online and offline, conducting theoretical and experimental research, working my mind like an omnidirectional wrecking ball conquering and deconstructing all that came in its path. But that was all going to be over now. My mind had, till then, been a sizzling mess of ideas, both mature and novel, buzzing around like bees crazed from the smoke released by an angry beekeeper that the world was. That mind was finally arriving at a stage where it could show those bees a new home, with new rooms and having new activities and responsibilities. That was, only if it could find the path and the way for them to reach there. In this path-finding algorithm, the first step was to scour for jobs that could be in alignment with what I had collected over 2 years as my personal arsenal during my conquests as a wrecking bal...
People do the strangest of things in their lives. They live a consistently self-induced miserable lie, and yet constantly discuss other peoples' lives. They discuss the lives of their friends, their colleagues, their peers, their relatives, their roommates. They talk about their opinions, their personality, their choices and decisions, their relations and relatives, their morals and values and religion. Now, these people that they talk about; they don't necessarily affect their lives in any fancy manner. Their choices may or may not cause the complete upheaval of one's life and routine. How they talk, eat, laugh, bathe, clean their room, cry or chat on the phone, will only affect a person as much as a yowling cat or a buzzing honeybee does. A discussion about whether they clean the bathtub or the commode after using it or not, should not lead to how they were badly raised by their inefficient parents, or how they can never succeed and make good relations with anybody becaus...
Listen to my call, oh doe-eyed one! oh evening's bliss! do come, Play your mellifluous flute to the melody that I cannot strum, Your shine brighter than the sun, your eyes darker than night, Blow your godly grace to me, and relieve me of my plight. Oh divine protagonist of Dharma! You are the master of fate and time, Come and save this Maha-Bharata from her childrens' crime, Your multi-temporal eyes see all that they did, do and contemplate, Their demons have outgrown them, leaving their souls in a frenzied state. Come oh slayer of demons! With your Chakra that shows the Virtuous Path, Pour some light into my childrens' eyes, so they can see the aftermath, Of the damage they are blindly causing, to themselves and their Mother, Show them the fruits of darkness and despair, of eating me to my core. Come, oh rider of the Immortal Eagle, and with a gust of his wings vanquish, The toxic nonsense that lingers in the air that I can no longer breathe, Sprinkle the scent of wisdom ...
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